honestly but metaphorically speaking I won’t take the high road that they think is coming I’ll continue to work hard true grit correct technique be assured that I won’t take shortcuts there’s no point in doing so.
I have to watch myself and treasure the miles ahead and respect myself, and not allow others to disrespect or not take heed of the fact that I am deserving needing worthy precious special
don’t walk over me don’t tread upon me downtrodden I will not be it’s not their way but what needs to suit me it’s not selfish to make sure that the decisions I make are right for my life my health my mental state
don’t denigrate me, ignore me, think I’m available last minute here and now, later, or provide loose excuses this and that, I have learned my worth over the years I am not a mouse being played with cats toyed with, pawed at, ending in disaster no, I won’t allow it any longer.
if I’m truly treasured by others, wanted in their lives they’ll show this in ways that exhibit care, concern, nothing to leverage, nothing to manipulate, for them to gain, no, our relationships, friendships, mutually beneficial intentions all the same.
‘Adorn thy clause, irreverently yours’, You once held my yearning heart for ransom.
I spoke the loving words you never spoke, As my heart held open doors, Now they’re firmly closed, No in-and-out fairies a-prancing.
Many times, I proclaimed my ardour for you With brightened smiles and flowery poetry, But the wool was pulled over my eyes, And now it’s time to share the story.
Had you not made me walk your path Where I experienced your sheer manipulation And audacity
I might have never found my true love and known How I deserved to be treated by another, Decently, respectfully, properly.
The juxtaposition between my present love And your lying proclamations was a comparative Level of suffering.
You should not have been allowed to Remain in my life for that long The fact you had is strangely amazing.
Oh, call the lyrebirds, And the peacocks with their brightened plumes! That evening when we first properly spent time together, We had our first emotional encounter in that starched white room.
But as likely with all your romances, You caused this to become pear shaped, You blasted away any sense of responsibility You took my hard work, honour, and generosity For granted each and every day.
Your behaviour should have been wiped away.
I didn’t need something or someone like this in my life, I’m actually glad that you pulled yourself away, Excised me from my strife, For I had better things to write of, feel and say, I was worthy of the then-unwanted freedom you cast my way.
And for months I was required to heal, My mental health wrecked and ravaged, I speak for myself, as I speak for all, We are not all left that damaged.
So, I adorn my clause, To you I present not even as irreverently yours, Not even sincere in the slightest. But because of you, and how you make me felt, Like dirt smooshed into the ground, I realise and know that I deserve behaviour Only of the finest merit.
You, my dear, are like a bouquet of colourful, delightful fronds. Rare in my life and treasured and adored, I hold you close like this exquisite leafy arrangement, because of our love I am truly assured. Need not there be gifts of diamonds and gold, of precious gemstones set in shining silver — those gifting days have long passed. I caress you, like the bunch of bright and perfumed foliage to my chest, and breathe you in, your precious, peculiar scent. The heady perfume that you create without even batting an eyelid, a resonance felt in my heart as I inhale, then heavily exhale and once more, I breathe you in. I draw in as much as I can from your loving presence in my life, and know intuitively that unlike the glorious bouquet that you happily presented to me, your existence in my life will never be fleeting. You, my love, will always be mine.
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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